[Verse 1]
An ill spitter, rhymes are never dealt quicker
Cuz the message more important than a quick deliver
I give these shots to your liver like a shot of liquor
Before I throw you in a bag and send you up the river
I'm ill, the common cold ain't got sh** on me
When I chill my competition, n***a, c'est la vie
That's the way that I was taught, running in these streets
It's Do or Die, but the latter's not an option, B
I came up in this game just to show up punks
Who thought that they were gods when they were really monks
These n***as thought they were dope, but that sh**'s debunked
That ship is sunk, these rappers failed, I call that a flunk
Ain't no person out here
Wanna listen to those ABCs you got in your ear
So just do it like a ghost, and disappear
Before I cross these streams and turn you into smears
[Bridge]
Zero to one hundred, n***a
Leave you b**hes frozen like the tundra, n***a
I got these bars in abundance, n***a
Just in case you was wondering
[Verse 2]
I never needed anybody for me to figure out
What I gotta do to get my momma out
From this roach infested hole that we living in
And put her in a two-floor house
Big yard for your big garden
Pardon your boy, his mind's a little more hardened
Poverty be playing me like an Etch-A-Sketch
Our life savings almost out from this dry stretch
A straight face, no worries, that's the mask I wear
To hide the look I have, that is of despair
My head is in the air, I don't know what to do
To get my money up and cut these bills in two
The people keep telling me I should look for God
But what does God know about working hard?
All powerful with the smarts to boot...
But I'll bet he's never held a job...
Young